The brother and sister were wandering lazily in the yard. The morning sun was not bright, so there were still dew drops left by the late night on the branches. The ground was wet under the melting of the ice.

Song Cheng walked and instructed, "Anle, you should eat more in the future so that your health will be better."

Song Anle followed her, but she was not restrained, but said leisurely: "I know, I'm afraid I will fatten myself, and you won't recognize me then."

"Don't worry about this?" Song Cheng stopped and smiled at Song Anle, "Even if you are fat as big as a pig's head, I will still recognize you."

Song Cheng gently tapped Song Anle's nose, and looked proud. Song Anle frowned and touched his nose with an unhappy look. She murmured gently: "Don't scare away then."

Song Cheng raised his eyebrows and said "Hmm?" in a slight and heavy voice, as if he was asking Song Anle that he didn't know what he was thinking.

And Song Anle just smiled secretly, "I won't talk to you anymore."

Song Anle walked ahead on his own, and neither brother nor sister wanted to break it. They also cherished this completely relaxed heart-to-heart talk, so they had not been thinking about returning and separating.

Unfortunately, time did not give them too much time to cherish and release. In the short afternoon, Song Cheng did not leave Song Anle for dinner, because there was not much time to face separation, and they still had too many things that had not been completed, so he did not dare to be greedy.

Before they knew it, the brother and sister had left the yard of Songcheng. The front yard gave people a more obvious vitality. The servants who came and went out frequently, and it was the servants who were rushing around that gradually brought the brother and sister into the main topic.

Song Cheng sighed deeply inwardly. In order to show that it is not so obvious, he still said calmly: "Anle, you have been tired for a day, so why not go back and rest early today."

How could Song Anle not understand Song Cheng's psychology? In fact, compared to Song Cheng, she returned to the main consciousness, which was much faster than him. She just didn't want to disturb her rare interest. She didn't need to pretend to be deliberately, so she said calmly: "Okay, I still have some things I haven't explained, so I won't accompany you."

Song Cheng nodded and said, "I'll take you back. I'll go and see Xiaojing later."

"Brother..." Song Anle was still a little worried, so she used this to remind Song Cheng, which happened to show her worries.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to see if she's missing something." Song Cheng gave Song Anle a peaceful smile because he was indeed unable to recover the result, but no matter what aspect, he should care about Song Xiaojing.

Song Anle also felt a little relieved, she nodded, "Then I'll go back first."

"I send you."

"No, I'll just go back by myself, you can do your own thing."

Song Cheng didn't force himself, because there were really many things he needed to prepare, so he said, "Okay, be careful."

Song Anle nodded, and after watching Song Cheng leave, the expression on her face had already unknowingly appeared with a faint sadness.

After Song Cheng left, he went directly to Song Xiaojing, but Song Anle did not return to her residence, but turned to Qing'er's place. No matter what, he was a sister who was young and had no doubts. Now he was about to face separation. No matter how many misunderstandings Qing'er had in her heart, she could not leave without saying a word.

Song Anle did not let the servant go and spread it, because she knew that Qing'er would definitely not be able to see her, so she walked in directly. At this time, Juzi happened to walk out of the house. She knew her master's nature, so she had a sudden inspiration and said loudly: "It's the eldest lady here."

The sound of orange was enough to make Qing'er in the room hear clearly. Song Anle naturally knew the intention of orange, but she just chuckled and said, "Miss Qing'er is here?"

"Miss is here, but..." Juzi stammered: "Miss has just fallen asleep and has told us that no one will come to visit."

"I understand, you go down first, I'll wait here." Song Anle guessed that the person Qing'er hadn't seen must be herself, but no matter what, she tried her best to meet Qing'er. Even if it was accusation that she refused to forgive, she would at least try to resolve her prejudice against Song Cheng.

Orange had already conveyed all the words of love to Song Anle. Besides, Song Anle was in charge of her master, so she could not drive her away directly, so she nodded and stepped back.

Song Anle did not enter the house, but found a place in the yard and sat down first. Juzi respectfully sent her hot water for quilts, and then everyone left.

When Song Cheng came to Song Xiaojing's residence, there were no servants in the yard, so he walked directly into the house and distinguished the direction of movement in the room. He walked over directly. In the inner room, Song Xiaojing was busy tidying up her clothes, and there were several little maids on the side who were also helping her to organize.

The pomegranate noticed that Song Cheng was coming first. She looked at Song Xiaojing who was still tidying up in panic, and then nodded and said, "The eldest young master is here."

Everyone's consciousness turned to Song Cheng's view, but Song Xiaojing did not turn around. She just stopped the movements in her hand and did not turn around immediately.

Song Cheng waved his hand and gestured, and several little maids retreated one after another under the guidance of pomegranate. When Song Xiaojing turned around, she and Song Cheng were the only ones left in the room, but she did not take the initiative to pay attention to him, but instead sorted out her clothes on her own.

"Xiaojing;" Song Cheng pulled Song Xiaojing over and said, "I have something to say to you."

Song Xiaojing threw away Song Cheng with all her might and said coldly: "I have nothing to say to you, please leave."

"Listen to me first;" Song Cheng pulled Song Xiaojing back. Although Song Xiaojing was cold, she did not resist, so Song Cheng said again: "I already know your affairs."

Song Xiaojing's face was filled with a cold and angry expression. She couldn't imagine that Song Cheng could still be so calm when she was about to marry someone else. She sneered secretly until the sneer in her heart was revealed in her expression.

"Is it just right for you?" Song Xiaojing said arrogantly with a cold face, "Finally got rid of my burden?"

Song Cheng frowned with a serious face. Facing Song Xiaojing's arrogance, he could no longer feel angry, but instead felt deeply guilty, so he said heavily: "You know I have never regarded you as a burden. Although I said that I can only give you a title, I really hope you can be happy."

"Happiness, happiness." Song Xiaojing sneered and hummed softly, "The moment you deprived me of chastity, I had long lost the capital of happiness. When you hurt me, have you ever thought about what my happiness is?"

Song Xiaojing smiled, very sad. Before she was about to part, she might be able to look back at the grief of her lost love. She was not afraid that the wound would be torn apart again, because this was the last time.

"I'm sorry." Song Cheng's low tone was filled with too much emotion. He once thought that the three words "I'm sorry" would not appear in his own words. He has been working hard to do this, but no matter how much apologize to Song Xiaojing, he can only use these three words to summarize it.

Song Xiaojing finally felt a faint pain in her heart again. She sighed secretly, why can't Song Cheng come earlier? If his attitude was not so firm, she might be able to accept the title he gave. Even if she didn't have love, she believed in her true feelings and would one day influence him, but now everything is irreversible.

"I'm sorry;" Song Xiaojing murmured and said helplessly: "If you told me earlier, you would be guilty of me. If you could be less ruthless, I might follow you without hesitation, but everything is too late, too late."

Song Xiaojing seemed a little depressed and helpless, because a trace of light appeared on the desperate road, but her footsteps had changed on the other road. She couldn't go back, but she could only look at the light. That helplessness was the most tragic feeling in life.

Song Cheng took all the blame on himself. As Song Xiaojing said, if he hadn't attacked Song Xiaojing too much, she might not have given up. If he could have given up Song Xiaojing's title earlier, maybe she wouldn't have to be so sad. Everything was his own fault.

Song Cheng had been brewing for a long time, and his talent really said, "As long as you don't want to marry the fifth prince, I can do everything possible to stop this marriage."

"How do you stop it?" Song Xiaojing smiled sadly: "If I can really stop it, will you still apologize to me here?"

Song Xiaojing knew clearly that if there was a trace of room for recovery, Song Cheng would not have realized that his mistake would have turned into a big mistake, and it would be even more impossible for him to apologize to her easily.

In fact, this incident is not without any possibility of avoiding it. At most, it means that the relationship between him and Song Xiaojing is not necessarily a matter of fact. Gao Yuankang would not marry an unclean woman. But in this way, things may become more troublesome and worse, and even if they are not done properly, they will cause greater guilt.

However, Song Cheng was also mentally prepared. As long as Song Xiaojing shook her head and refused to marry Gao Yuankang, he was willing to make a fuss for the mistakes he made. No matter what the result was, at least he didn't have to live his life with guilt.

So Song Cheng said firmly: "You can't believe me, but as long as you shake your head and say no, I, Song Cheng, are willing to exchange your life for your freedom."
Chapter completed!